Once we had the days of Spring..
1- Once we had the days of Spring.. I remember it was the first warm day of Spring in April 1977. She found me by the lake and she shared a beautiful smile… Continue reading
In the year 2525..
In the year 2525.. Today is another bloody Sunday. Men killing each other, men killing off the great cities and men stealing and killing Mother nature. Where are the wise men? where are… Continue reading
One more day, I do need. Some words.
Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs block outthe cries for peace.New graves with white crossesfor brave… Continue reading
I tried..
J.D Salinger My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
When the sun kisses the moon..
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Locked and loaded..
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry (War. What is it good for? Nothing.) Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading
Just words..
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading
Fabiola..
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Forever young..
Forever young.. Once I was fearless and brave. Love was life and life was love. I had a strong back and powerful legs. I was going to save my world.Once I wanted long… Continue reading
She was dancing alone…
She was dancing alone.. She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading